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These days were few and far between. Sure, there'd been plenty of men - or well, alien men, at least – that had praised her looks, and the occasional male earthling as well, if she's being honest. And on more than a few instances she'd even caught her CO staring at her or watching her as she walked away. But when she got up and looked in the mirror each morning, it was usually the bags under her eyes, her short hair with a mind of its own, and the occasional blemishes that she noticed.
But not today. Today was one of those rare days when she looked in the mirror, and for no apparent reason, she actually saw the beauty that others had complimented her on. When these days did come along, there was an extra spring in her step and she'd even dab on a bit of makeup just because she could.
Not that she thought she was ugly, per se, but today everything seemed to be working for her. Her hair was framing her face in the perfect way and the sunlight seemed to be bringing out her natural highlights better than usual. Her skin was clear and the bags under her eyes had finally gone away after 3 days of sleeping in, which she only got to do because she and the rest of SG-1 had been ordered to take some down time. And for once, she didn't seem to have any bruises or scrapes from the most recent off-world missions. That in itself is a miracle, she thought to herself with a grin. And then, to top it all off, it was the week after that 'certain time of the month', which is when a woman's body usually weighs less and looks its best.
Yep, I'm looking pretty good today, Sam said to herself in the mirror before heading towards the closet.
She had plans to meet up with the guys and Janet for lunch and then head on over to O'Neill's for a few games of pool, and later they'd throw some meat on the grill and sit around telling stories of the times before they knew each other and rehashing the most recent missions. Playing pool was the only new addition to this old ritual of getting together on their days off. O'Neill had found a pool table at a garage sale and bought it on a whim, ignoring the fact that he'd never really played a lot of pool in his lifetime. So he'd invited the team and Janet over to break in his new toy and it had turned into a whole, planned event. Most of their get-togethers usually resulted naturally, stemming from their lack of friends outside of work due to their insanely busy schedules, constant off-world trips, and highly classified lives.
Normally, she'd throw on a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt for their get-togethers, but today was different because she felt different. She pulled out a black skirt that came to just above the knee, and picked out a baby blue shirt that she'd been told really brought out the color in her eyes. (And that Janet had mentioned really showed off her chest well… But that's not why I'm choosing to wear it, she told herself.) Putting it all on, along with a strappy pair of black heels, she looked in the mirror. It was decidedly less militaristic than her normal look, which is exactly what she was going for.
Sam picked up her cellphone and hit the #6. She had had Janet on speed dial since the first day they'd met and gone out to lunch.
"Hey, Janet? It's Sam."
"Hey, Sam. What's up?"
"Well, I uh, I was just wondering what you're planning on wearing today. 'Cause…see, well I have on a skirt and uh yea…" She let her voice drop off as a slight blush crept into her cheeks. Why am I blushing over wearing a skirt? You'd think I had to have an excuse to dress like a girl. Well, actually, around these guys I do, she admitted to herself.
"A skirt?" Janet asked, cutting into her thoughts, with a slight hint of disbelief in her voice. "Well, Samantha Carter! Never thought I'd see the day when you were the one dressing up and asking me to do the same, and not the other way around!"
"Don't read too much into it, Janet. I just felt like looking nice today. I feel really good; I think I needed this mandatory rest. Though if you repeat that to the guys, I'll deny every word of it! They already see me as 'the girl' on the team, the last thing I need is for them to be thinking I need extra time off because I can't handle the pace."
"Wouldn't dream of it. But as the team doctor, let me just say that you're not the only one who needed to take a break. It didn't take much to convince the General either. You were all acting like overtaxed insomniacs."
"Right. Well, anyways, what are you wearing? Do you think I should change?"
"No, absolutely not. I'll dress up too, that way the guys can't pick on either of us if we're both in skirts and heels."
"Great. So, see you in an hour?"
"Yep. I have to drop off Cassie at a friend's first, but then I'll be there to pick you up at about a quarter 'til noon, okay?"
"Sounds good. See you then."
When Janet arrived, all dolled up, they exclaimed over each other's outfits, and hair, and makeup, and dropping not-so-subtle hints about what the guys would think.
"Wait 'til O'Neill sees you in that top. He's gonna bust something!"
"Well you should talk. Daniel will be falling all over himself when he sees you looking like that in a skirt, and with your hair down!"
"Well, I can only hope so!" Janet exclaimed, with a cheeky grin towards her friend.
"We should get going, before the guys start wondering where we're at."
They arrived at the restaurant and found the guys waiting inside for them. O'Neill raked his eyes over Carter's form in an appraising sort of way, barely noticing the other woman beside her, as Daniel grinned at Janet then realized he was staring and hurriedly glanced away. Teal'c simply raised an eyebrow and said nothing. The boys' reactions set them to giggling like school girls.
"Ladies?" O'Neill questioned. Then deciding he'd rather not have an answer, he asked the waiter to seat them since they'd all arrived.
Throughout lunch, O'Neill couldn't keep his eyes off Sam, noting that she seemed happier, and perhaps flirtier. Back at his house, he cornered her alone in the kitchen, itching to get to the bottom of the matter.
"What's different, Carter?" He asked her, trying to figure out what brought on this change in his 2IC.
"Sir?" she questioned back, not really sure what he was asking her.
"Why are you so…uh…girly, today? I mean, not girly, you're always girly, you're a girl, but you know what I mean, uh, so, uh…"
Carter considered letting him ramble on, just to hear him so flustered, but decided to take pity on him instead. "You mean, why am I in a skirt?"
"Well, no. I mean yes. But, it's more than that. You seem…I dunno…happier or something. Did something happen?"
"Yes, sir. Something did actually happen."
"Well?" He looked at her with an exacerbated face.
"I slept, sir." She replied. But seeing the puzzled look on his face, she continued, "For more than 3 hours in a row. Without anyone waking me up and asking me to save the planet. Or the universe. Again."
"Well, sleep looks good on you, Sam." He told her in a low voice, looking intently into her eyes.
"Thank you, sir." She replied in a quiet tone matching his. She looked down as a blush crept onto her face.
"Sam, when I tell you you look hot, I don't want you calling me sir."
"I, uh, what?" She sputtered as her gaze flew back up to his eyes to see if he was joking.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the privilege of knowing, Sam." He told her in a completely serious tone, holding her gaze steady and bringing a hand up to caress her cheek.
"I, um, wow. Thank you. That means a lot to me coming from you." She replied in wonder.
Before she could think of anything else to say, he leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips for just a moment, then turned to walk out to the deck to join the others.
"Jack. Wait. Before you go..." She grabbed his arm and pulled him back to face her. Before she could lose her courage, she wrapped her hands around his neck, leaned forward, and kissed him fervently.